Today I love cool, sweet dawn’s light and the auriferous way it seems to give me hope for the day that if nothing more, it will not lose the advantages that yesterday had managed to make. I love finding common ground with new friends. I love finding new common ground with old friends. I love meeting people because we share an interest or a unique attribute in life or even a common friend. I love that the people I know make my life the rich and wonderfully warm tapestry that it is and that meeting new people, even as some older friends and acquaintances fall away and take different pathways, serves only to make life even more rich and warm. I love hearing that friends are having fun, seizing life and squeezing it for all the juice it has to offer. I love food metaphors, so I’m going to add that I hope you all boil life’s scraps to get every drop of marrow from its old bones.
Today I love that I am still mobile, though healing is obviously going slower than I would wish. I love that x-rays confirmed no bone damage, which is good because I’ve never had a broken bone in my life and I’d like to not experience that if at all possible. I like that anti-inflammatories are indeed among the things I love today and have loved for some years now. I love that my body feels as if it has been on an adventure, it takes me back to my trail riding days when I would compete in thirty to forty mile timed rides on horse back and feel a little beaten up for a few days afterwards. I miss those rides and I can assure you that I’d rather feel like this because of one of them than because I fell.
Today I love apple-raisin-cinnamon oatmeal, new music to learn at choir, banana bread plans, chubby cherubic children named Gabriel, playful pixies named Avery, willing hands at work parties, comfortable chairs, unbroken sleep, dishwashers, cream, new to me guitars, mismatched china, and hot chocolate drunk outdoors on cold days. I love how tea with a splash of milk always suits a quiet moment of contemplation perfectly. I love how throw cushions suit their name because, so far, the only use for them that I have come across is throwing them out of my way. I love watching people crochet or knit, yet I can’t stand doing it myself because it bores me, and I love that there seems to be no logic in that whatsoever. I love that, despite much uproar to the contrary, “irregardless” is actually a real word that has been around for over two hundred years, regardless of many peoples’ displeasure with it.
Today I love coffee in the cool, sweet, auriferous light of dawn.